Risk It 소설 & 이야기

"The risk is not zero and the system is reliable. Both of those things are true simultaneously." "And the doubt?" "The doubt wants the risk to be zero," he said. "The doubt is asking for certainty that is not available." He looked at his hands. "No one is certain. There is no version of this — of any relationship, of any committed life with another person — in which the risk is eliminated. There is only the management of the risk, and the demonstrated reliability of the management over time, and the choice to continue on the basis of the demonstrated reliability." "Yes," Dr. Farrow said.

“Well, it didn’t seem to register. I can see you getting all dreamy-eyed just talking about him. Taking risks is all fun and games, Zo, until you end up seriously hurt.” From her position in the corner of the sofa, Anja scoffed. “Jesus, Sienna, loosen up. The whole point of a risk is the adrenaline that comes from the potential of getting hurt. Why else would anyone go bungee jumping or sky diving or swim with damn sharks? You can’t spend your entire life surrounded by safety nets. What a boring existence.” “Better a boring existence than none at all.” “You might as well have none at all if that’s your outlook.” Raising her hands in exasperation, she widened her eyes as she swiveled to face

“The secondary routing points are more scattered than we expected.” I studied the board. “That increases the risk of exposure.” “It does,” he agreed. I looked at him. “And you’re not concerned?” “No.” “Why not?” He finally turned to face me. “Because when things are scattered, they also create openings. It’s not just a risk. It’s also an opportunity.” I caught myself observing his reaction. There was something steady about the way he spoke about instability, as if it wasn’t inherently dangerous unless handled poorly. That perspective didn’t align with the image I had once built of him so easily.

she said. “I know,” I said. “I’m saying it specifically in this context,” she said. “Because the Contraction is going to try to make connection feel like risk. And I want us to both know — clearly, on record, said out loud — that what we have is not a risk. It is the thing that helps.” I looked at her.

Which was its own kind of answer. “You are never going to feel like it is safe enough,” Daniel said. “That is not a criticism. It is just true. Your threshold for acceptable risk where I am concerned is zero and zero is not a number that exists in real life and we cannot build a life around a number that doesn’t exist.” “I’m not asking you to accept unreasonable risk,” Tim said. “I’m asking you to stay inside for a few days.” “You’re asking me to go backwards,” Daniel said.

"It is foundation for something else. For choice, repeatedly made, until pattern becomes indistinguishable from commitment." "Or until one of us exploits the other's uncertainty." "Or until that." He stops, maintaining distance I did not request and he did not promise. "The risk is mutual, Mara. The uncertainty is mutual. The wanting, I suspect, is mutual. That does not make it safe. It makes it real."

“Please. Sit.” I didn’t. “If this is about Lane B, my deck is already with the board.” “It isn’t,” he said. “This is about reputational risk.” “Which you seem eager to create,” Luca said without lifting his head. Rafa’s smile thinned. “Transparency is not creation.” “Weaponizing rumor is,” Luca said. “Rumor?” Rafa lifted his phone. “That’s your word. The internet has other ones.” “No internet,” I said.

“Azriel is out of discussions.” “Why?” He whined. “Because you are not good for my dear friend. You are going to ruin him and break his heart.” He clapped his hand and pointed at me. “That! Is the beauty of living. You have to take a risk. Face it and come out from the other side.” “Why does taking risks have to be negative?” “It depends on how you view it.” He came before me again. “Risk is exciting so give me Azriel.” I turned away. I would find the training yard myself.

I'm sure Ryan's brother has more than enough to cover the debt I owe Dirk. "No problem, Miss Annie. You take care of yourself now." "I will." I manage a weak smile. Dirk climbs back in his truck and is almost ready to head out when I remember something crucial. "Dirk!" He rolls down a window. "Yeah?" "Please don't tell anyone about this. I can't really explain, but you can't tell anyone about me. I'd be in danger if you did." He frowns. "What kind of danger?" "I can't really talk about it."

The moment he saw a different future, he no longer Saw life as risky. When building new building, Kittridge definitely look into the Risk factor, which to him was whether or not it will be profitable. He didn't like taking huge risks, especially when he could do some of the predicting in his head first. When he decided to try the hotel-condo mixed-use idea, he could already see how the combination could prove to have a comfort zone attached, as in, owners of the condos could also participate in the success of the hotel. He knew it would have a nice appeal to investors and owners because he did the math, and knew that the idea would appeal to him as a businessperson.